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Arcane: Rule of Blood - Ch 1
🕑 Added 2025-10-20 00:02:44 +0000 UTCSo, when I finally managed to start writing again, I made this as a form of exercise, as a rule, I dislike CYOA and other such things like Waifu Catalog, i've read them because I'm a prolific reader, and I like some of the best ones, but I tend to think they're, in general, worse than other fanfics.
However, since it was meant as a light way to exercise and get back into writing, I decided to use one.
Basically, I used the Morning after CYOA with only a few extra options to make things more interesting. I'm not thinking too much about this story, and it will probably be much heavier on the SMUT side compared to my other fics, I'm also incredibly out of practice, so be warned.
The morning after CYOA is where the SI or OC wakes up the morning after having relations with one or more characters, usually suffering some mixture of hangover, foggy memories or downright amnesia. They also usually have other complications like magical marriages, pregnancies, criminal acts or a big bad after them.
Anyways, I'm struggling to find time to write, but I'll probably post chapter 6 for this one by the end of the week. I'll also be returning to Supergirl.
Honestly, my current focus would be Will, Supergirl and then this story, but I'm taking the time to read over Supergirl again to not make any foolish mistakes when coming back to that one, and I already have a few chapters for this one either stored or almost finished, so most updates this week and mayvbe the next should be for this.
I'm not revealing too much about the build since I want people to find out in the story but all the characters will be over 18 and entirely willing, coming from either the end of their canon stories or even a few years later, with the exception of Jinx, which was already in the world they ended up in.
Here's a very short resume:
The MC is mostly an OC, he's had a VERY different life than mine or any of my other MC's before finding himself here.
What was the key for you to survive?
Something found you: Inner Demon
BODY: Peak human body, perfect muscles.
Mind: Immune to mind-altering powers
Spirit: Indetectable and immutable to high-order beings.
Companions:
1. Pyrrah Nykos (RWBY)
2. Taylor Hebert (Worm)
3. Alicia/Maelle (Expedition 33)
4. Jinx (Arcane)
5. Fear (Knight Run)
World: Arcane.
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Ethan swallowed hard, desperately struggling to look at the narrowed eyes in front of him, two purple orbs staring angrily at his face, and respectfully not at the rest of the woman, the very naked woman.
He… he really didn’t think he’d ever felt more conflicted in his life.
On one hand, there was an extremely beautiful, extremely naked Jinx cosplayer laying on top of him, her small, perky breasts inexorably drawing his eyes down from her cute face and towards her hard, pink nipples before he caught himself.
She looked about 21, long blue hair having came undone during the night, the strands spreading down her delicate shoulders to fall on top of his body, one hand pressing against his chest for support as she leaned over him, her pussy just barely hidden from view.
On the other hand, perhaps she was playing a little too much into character as she held a handgun pressed against his morning wood, the cold metal sending shivers down his shaft and causing his balls to shrivel... or maybe that was from fear. Shit!
Ethan knew how much a paintball could hurt even over a protection cup, he did NOT want to find out how it felt to be hit at point blank without any clothes on the way. Plus, he had the terrible feeling that she was not holding a paintball or airsoft gun.
His terrible hangover and foggy memories weren’t helping either.
“Good, you’re awake,” she finally said, the barrel of the gun sliding down his shaft to press against his balls. “Now, who the fuck are you and how the hell did we end up here?”
“Hmmg,” Ethan groaned as a spike of pain threatened to burst his eyes from the inside, then he answered. “Name’s Ethan and... Ugh... Look, can we talk without the gun, or at least point it against something less distracting?”
The woman tilted her head sideways, seeming to think about his suggestion. “No,” she said, pressing the gun further into the base of his cock, finger touching the trigger. “Explain, now.”
“Shit, I don’t really remember alright!”
“Lower the weapon,” Said a second woman, drawing Ethan’s eyes away from the gun held against his manhood.
There was a redhead leaving the bathroom, she wore casual clothes, hair still wet as she was frozen in the middle of using a towel to dry it, emerald green eyes narrowed at the Jinx cosplayer on top of him.
Holy crap, now he really wished he could remember last night!
“Great, another stupid topsider,” the cosplayer snorted, then blew a strand of hair out of her face and pushed against Ethan’s chest, getting into a sitting position. “I don’t suppose you remember what happened yesterday?”
“I… yes,” the redhead blushed, looking away from the both of them for a second. “I can assure you, it was entirely consensual.”
“Fine,” the first girl huffed, pulling the gun away from his crotch and giving the redhead a once over, then turning towards his dick and giving it an appreciative nod. “I suppose it could be worse.”
Eric released the breath he was holding, but then the girl’s eyes narrowed again and she tilted her wrist, using the gun to point towards his face.
“Okay, rule number one mister: since I don’t remember, you better not brag about it. Rule number two: If I do remember it later and it was weird, you better be gone by then,” she said, nodding. “…Say, you’re not a cop, right?”
“Ugh, I’m definitely too sober for this,” yet a second redhead said as she entered the room, stared at everyone and promptly proceeded to ignore the three of them. She just grabbed a wallet from the bedside table and turned away, sighing. “I really hope this isn’t one of Papa’s creations or he’s going to kill me again.”
“Wow, just how many people did we do yesterday?” The Jinx cosplayer asked.
The first redhead just blushed harder, her eyes refusing to look at them.
Without a weapon pressed against his cock, Ethan relaxed, letting himself fall back on the bed and put an arm over his eyes to see if the headache would get better, but he couldn’t resist sneaking a few glances at the naked woman beside him.
‘Jinx’ seemed to not have a care in the world, taking her finger off the trigger, she stretched her arms up, chest leaning forward and exposing her nipples before she gave his cock a flick and jumped out of the bed.
“Alright, I’m gonna take a shower, I swear I’m still dripping… unless there’s someone else using the bathroom?”
“Ah, no, the others are already having breakfast.”
The cosplayer lifted an eyebrow at that, but she didn’t say anything else and closed the door, the shower starting only a few seconds later.
“So, others?” Ethan asked, finally lowering his arm to look at the athletic redhead.
“You really don’t remember?”
“Nope,” he said, then looked around the room, seeing quite a few discarded pieces of cloth, another very realistic gun, half a dozen bottles of whiskey and even some suspiciously shaped coils of rope, clearly severed by a knife. “Believe me, I’m regretting that more and more by the second.”
“Right,” the redhead sighed and finished wrapping her hair on the towel. “You should definitely take a shower first but, after, we NEED to talk.”
Ethan looked at her serious face for a second, then nodded and covered his eyes again before the headache started getting the better of him. “Do you have…”
“There’s some pills on the drawer,” the woman answered before he could finish.
Fifty minutes later, forty-five of which were spent waiting for the cosplayer to get out of the shower, Ethan stared at the bathroom mirror, with his manhood on the line, he had been far too worrier to notice, but his mind was now certain that something very fucked up was going on. “I knew having a foursome with three hot girls was too much to be real.”
The figure staring back at him was still recognizably himself, he had the same eyes, the same general features but it was… more. Gone was his thin frame, well defined muscles taking it’s place, he was taller, his jaw better defined, he had a six pack and even his hair seemed to be fuller.
Heck, even his dick was larger, he had been perfectly average before but, now, he was sporting an impressive 9,5’ inches… Not hentai levels, sure, but any bigger and wearing jeans would start to become uncomfortable.
“What the fuck is going on?” He whispered as he stared at his reflection, then he saw a pair of man jeans thrown to the side and, searching the pockets, found a wallet.
Pulling it out, the first thing he saw was an updated documentation with a picture of the current him, then an address he didn’t recognize in Piltover… what the fuck, when did he have time to buy such realistic prop?
Staring at the obvious forgery in front of him, Ethan had a flash of memory, the sensation of falling into endless nothingness, the terror of being unable to see or hear anything, the eventual inability to even perceive time, minutes, hours and days blurring together… the maddening solitude until something found him.
Shaking his head, he put a hand on the sink for support, laid his forehead against the mirror and took a few deep breaths, his head was threatening to explode but he felt like he had finally found something to make sense of what was happening. Closing his eyes, he tried to remember.
In his memories there was only darkness, an empty void of everything he had ever known in life, he couldn’t even feel his fingers or hear himself think for… it could have been a second or an eternity, although it certainly felt like the later.
Finally, something found him, something large, angry and desperate. Ethan had never seen true evil in life but he could just feel the malice radiating off of the… thing as it fused with him.
He’d felt powerful then, like there was nothing he couldn’t do, his senses spreading through out of his body to reveal thousands or millions of strands, all of them pulling him into countless directions, none strong enough to overcome the others.
Touching a strand, he had pulled, trying to drag himself towards it but it had been fragile, snapping almost as soon as he’d touched it, then he did it again and again until finally, at the fifth strand, he had managed to pull, sending his body hurling into it’s direction.
He didn’t know how long it took, he didn’t even know how it happened, but he knew he had managed to reach it or else he’d still be left there in the void.
Eyes snapping open, Ethan stumbled away from the sink, breath accelerated and eyes wide as he desperately tried to forget the indescribable feeling of the void… at least now he knew why he’d been drinking last night.
It was just… impossible for his memories to have been real, something out of the novels he liked to read, he’d have dismissed it all as a particularly bad nightmare, but his situation and, more importantly, new body begged to differ.
Taking a second to calm himself, he shook his head and decided to think about it later, when his head wasn’t killing him and there weren’t quite a few hot girls waiting outside.
Or maybe he just wanted any excuse to avoid even thinking about the memories. That was certainly NOT the memories he’d wanted to get back when he tried to think about it.
For now, he decided to get under the shower, letting the warm water run down his head and clear some of his worries away before facing reality once more.
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PYRRHA NIKOS
Pyrrha glanced at the other woman around the kitchen and couldn’t help blushing, the memories of what happened the night before flooding her mind, their taste as she teased them, their touch...
In her defense, getting killed by Cinder had been a traumatizing event, having lost against someone in her age range was bad enough but the knowledge that she couldn’t stop the woman, of how many lives her defeat would cost…
Pyrrha Nikos, the “invincible girl”, what a joke. Despite all her victories, she had lost the only fight that had ever mattered in her life.
Then she’d woken up in a strange city she had never even heard about, in a country she was certain didn’t exist in Remnant, burnt hole in her chest conspicuously absent.
So, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that she had gotten a little drunk when her new reality had truly settled in, but she had never thought she’d lose her virginity to an… an… yeah…
Although she didn’t think of herself as a prude, Pyrrha had had exactly 2 serious crushes in her life, the first had been her sword teacher when she was 14, an honorable man that pretended he didn’t notice to avoid embarrassing her, the second was Jaune, the lovable idiot who treated her like a normal girl.
As a result, she didn’t have any experience with such things and, while she had definitely appreciated the female form before, she didn’t think she’d ever act on it, years of pretending to be perfect preventing her. Then she was pretty sure she had died and such things just started to seem so small.
Just letting go had been surprisingly good, and her turn with Ethan had been even better… even if her ass still hurt a little bit even now.
Now, if sex had been the only outrageous thing she had been a part of the night before, things would have been so much easier. But no, she wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t get involved.
Unfortunately, she had already been mostly drunk by the time she saw the city guards moving in large numbers and her decision making skills were not exactly at their best when she decided to help, assuming such large numbers could only mean a grim attack.
It hadn’t been.
“Sweet, they have syrup! I’ve always wanted to try that,” said the blue haired girl as she grabbed an armload of food from the fridge.
“They?” Pyrrha asked, already starting to feel her headache coming back. This was going to be another Nora situation wasn’t it? “I thought this was your house?”
“Ha! Gooth one!” the girl barely managed to say with her mouth full of food. Finally, she swallowed and gave Pyrrha a raised eyebrow. “Wait, you’re serious? Can you imagine, me, living topside?”
“You said this was your house,” said the tall, dark haired girl, a glare worthy of professor Goodwitch on her face.
“Nope, I said I knew a place, Grumpy Pants, never said it was mine.”
Through her magnetic semblance, Pyrrha could feel the woman moving the large kitchen knife she hid under the table, likely adjusting her grip, but her face remained calm and even her muscles didn’t move, her self control was impressive when she clearly didn’t trust them and hated the entire situation.
Shooing away the small fly before it could land on her hand, Pyrrha took a sip of her hot tea and asked. “Alright, whose house is it?”
“Dunno,” the young woman said with a shrug, starting to pour a large amount of syrup on the half eaten piece of bread she had on her hand. “Some grunt that used to work with Zaun, help with contraband and things like that, never bothered to learn his name. He ran away when things started to heat up again a few days ago.”
“Great,” Said the other redhead in the kitchen as she leaned against the wall, finished her coffee and released a long breath. “Alcohol, drugs, criminals and orgies… is this is one of Clea’s work from when she was a teenager? No wonder she never let me see most of them.”
Pyrrha sighed, she was hoping at least her fellow redhead was going to be normal but it didn’t seem that way… at least she was a great fighter.
She wondered who was more skilled between them? A desire to put it to the test starting to rise in her chest. They hadn’t exactly been at their best last night, but even drunk she could appreciate the woman’s fast and graceful moves.
… And her well defined body.
Taking another sip of her tea, Pyrrha tried to stop the heat from showing in her face, she had never been this horny before but, well, not knowing how good it could be certainly made that easier.
“Anyway, who’re you guys again?” The blue haired girl asked, using the syrup soaked baguette to point at Pyrrha while stuffing her face with a slice of ham. “This is great!” Pausing, she liked a trail of syrup from her hand before it could fall on the table and moaned before continuing. “Chan’t… hmmm... Can’t really remember much of yesterday, Don’t u hate when that happens?”
Before any of them could answer the last person made it down the stairs. Ethan’s hair was still a little wet, his shirt doing little to hide his muscles and she noticed everyone’s eyes running over his body, a stupid smile on his face as he looked at them that, nonetheless, brightened the room.
Alright, she definitely had a type.
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ETHAN
Finally leaving the bedroom, Ethan followed the sound of talking down a set of stairs to find 4 girls waiting for him at a kitchen table.
At the head of the table, sitting noticeably distant from the others and glaring daggers at him was a tall young woman, probably around 18 or 19, she wore glassed and had beautiful, curly dark hair that fell down her back.
She wasn’t exactly a holywood model, but she was still hot, in an angry, depressed sort of way, plus he found the way she was glaring at him kinda cute.
The Jinx cosplayer looked like, well, Jinx if she wasn’t an animation, the blue hair, the extremely long twin tails she had managed to braid again, the cloud tattoos, she had nailed everything just right. She was also eating without a care in the world.
Then there were the two redheads which, fair, he did have a thing for them, but what were the odds he’d manage to get two this beautiful? Then again, maybe they weren’t natural and had been cosplaying too, there were a lot of gingers in fiction.
The first redhead was the bathroom girl, she looked 19, extremely fit and with her hair held up in a high ponytail, she had large green eyes and blushed again when she saw him enter, her face going an interesting shade of red as she took in his body.
The second was the one who had barged in the bedroom, she was probably slightly older and had a rounder face, with far more freckles, while she was still incredibly fit, she wasn’t on the same level as the first ginger.
“Thank god you’ve coffee,” he said, pouring himself a cup and choosing to sit beside the cute raven haired girl -he did enjoy living dangerously- she only glared more but he ignored it and turned to the redhead. “Sorry, I really can’t remember much of yesterday, where are we again?”
“Apparently, we’re transpassing on a random guy’s house,” Said the redhead by the wall with some amusement as she stared at her mug of coffee. “I just hope the milk hasn’t expired yet, I’d hate to get a stomach ache to go with the hangover.”
Ethan took a second to process that. “Riiiight, at least tell me we’re still in Rio?”
‘Jinx’ just continued eating but the other 3 girls traded hesitant glances, each waiting for the other to start talking, then they focused on the cosplayer.
She looked up from her food and huffed in annoyance. “Fine, I don’t know anything about Rio but we’re in Piltover, a little to the east of the Bridge of Progress,” Starting to prepare another piece of bread, she gave him a smile. “Have to say I’m impressed, never drank enough to wake up in another city.”
“No, seriously, where are we?” Ethan repeated himself, but deep down, he already knew she wasn’t kidding, he had just been hopping it wasn’t the case. Walking towards a window, he pulled the curtains aside and stared out into the steampunk-like city. “Well... Shit.”
“Huh, not what most people say about the city but I’ll take it,” Jinx said.
For a moment, Ethan continued to stare out at the city, his eyes focusing on the giant hexgates floating above and taking in every detail, his memories since waking up re-contextualizing as he realized it hadn’t been a nightmare.
Suddenly, a hospital room flashed in his mind, the feeling of the breathing mask digging into his face and the sound of medical equipment beeping by his bedside, then he remembered the strings he pulled in that void, barely understood images blurring together, less vision and more distant memories.
A wide room filled with flames, the hateful eyes of a raven haired woman, meeting his partner’s desperate eyes as he arrived.
An older man staring at him, face a mixture of anger, love, hate, regret and despair, the world loosing color.
A ruined landscape, a woman speaking something he couldn’t understand, a gunshot sound, the ground rushing up to meet him only to be substituted with a portal into nothing.
A mini-gun firing, the bullets flying everywhere and cutting into the man’s body, his surprise expression forever burned into his mind.
An empty...
“You know something,” the black haired woman interrupted him with narrowed eyes, her voice unnaturally calm. “What is it?”
Her words drew the attention of all the other girls as they focused on him with interest.
For a second, he felt something trying to grab his mind, metallic claws digging around the edge of his brain only to get swatted aside with a snort as the shadow who had first found him briefly rose to the front, chains clanking inside his soul.
A surprising amount of flies took flight all around the room, gathering into small erratic clouds near the ceiling, their annoying sound suddenly loud to his hearing.
“I…” Ethan swallowed, glancing out into the city again, then back into the room. “I think I know something, but it’s so crazy I’m still struggling to make sense of it.”
Ethan may have read one or two isekay stories, and like most he had considered what to do if he was ever in one, he just never believed for even a second it would be more than idle thoughts.
“So, while we wait for Mr. to get his shit together, what about those names?” Jinx said. “You guys never answered.”
“Right, you said you didn’t remember,” Said the first redhead at the table. “I’m Pyrrha, we meet yesterday after the riot.”
“There was a riot?” Jinx lifted an eyebrow. “Cool, didn’t think we’d escape INTO Piltover though.”
Pyrrha glanced away embarrassed. “It’s more that they escaped and we pursued, at least until we got distracted.”
The black haired girl sighed so quietly he was pretty sure nobody was supposed to hear it, a half tired, half frustrated sound, then answered simply. “Taylor.”
They gave her a second to continue but, when it became clear she had no intention of speaking again, the last redhead took another sip of coffee and hummed in thought. “Maelle… I suppose.”
“What do you mean ‘I suppose’?” Jinx grumbled.
Maelle seemed to consider but then shrugged and answered. “I was first born as Alicia, but I spent just as much time in my life as Maelle. Plus, Alicia died, she killed herself, one of her family probably painted me again, but I’m not really her and, honestly? I don’t want to be.”
Ethan just starred at the four of them, recognizing all of the names even if he knew more about some than others. Sitting down at the table he started to think about what to say.
At least, with the exception of Jinx, the rest of them were heroically inclined, now, what version of Jinx was he dealing with?
His knowledge of League of Legends lore was spotty at best, but he did know it was a mess, changes and retcons coming every few years. Was he dealing with Arcane’s Jinx or the one from where she was first released? Was she the older sister like in the beginning. Did she have amnesia… or was that supposed to be original Vi?
Pyrrha’s hand hesitantly went to her chest, almost as if touching an old wound. “You too?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well… I...” Pyrrha hesitated but, taking a deep breath, continued. “I was shot in the chest, the last thing I remember was the flaming arrow piercing me and then I woke up here, I had never even heard of Piltover before.”
“Bullet to the head,” Taylor said after a few seconds. “I could have fought back but… I let her shot me, then I woke up at the bar where we met and even my missing arm was fixed.”
When they turned towards him, Ethan frowned but confessed. “I remember being in the hospital, I know I was on life-support but I can’t remember why… then I woke up today.”
“Wow, you people are crazier than me,” Jinx said, finally finishing her breakfast.
Ignoring the menace, Maelle leaned her head against the wall. “I think it’s my… well, Alicia’s sister, Maman wouldn’t paint me like this, not without the scars, and the city isn’t Papa’s style, not enough symbolism.”
“What do you mean?” Pyrrha asked.
“Not necessary,” Ethan said at the same time.
“Are you…”
“No, I’m not a painter,” he shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts. “But I kno-”
“Wait,” Taylor interrupted, getting up from her chair and not bothering to hide the kitchen knife tightly held in her right hand, her eyes went distance for a few moments before she turned to Pyrrha. “You said we fought the police yesterday?”
“Yes, why?”
“Because there’s about fifty of them coming here right now.”
“Did we kill anyone?” Ethan asked, looking through the window and searching for the enforcers.
“No,” Pyrrha shook her head. “You think we can turn ourselves in? I’m a huntress, maybe we can do community service?”
“Your funeral,” Jinx shrugged, then pushed herself away from the table and slid all the way to the sink before getting up and letting the chair clatter to the ground while she grabbed her gun. “But if you were seen with me, I really don’t recommend it.”
Ethan considered the situation, he did have a Piltover ID in his pocket and he was pretty sure -He looked at Taylor, then Jinx- he hoped they hadn’t caused too much damage.
He was also seen with Jinx, either an enigmatic, attention seeker, Joker-like criminal and prankster, a mad, anarchic terrorist from Zaun or a mentally ill Zaunite ‘princess’ who killed a lot of Piltover councillors.
Well shit.
Comments
CapitaoCav
CYOA - Choose Your Own Adventure - a common thing in fanfic and even original stories where someone creates a template for the fiction. It's basically a story idea that anyone can use and gives you a few options for character origin, complications, conflicts, powers... you can mix and match the options to create a story if you don't have a good idea, or as an exercise to see if you can do it. OC- Original Character that's yours, not from another IP. SI - Self Insert - where the character is actually yourself, terrible when it's an IP you're taking over and you pretend you're NOT doing a SI, but an amusing genre of fanfic and even free original stories that can be quite good, ir quite terrible depending on the writer. MC- Main character of the story.
Puri Iresan
I didnt understand any of the acronym used in the explanation.
